"He is still alive, impressive."
"Just kill him, he… has suffered enough."
"Everyone has suffered enough, Elder Skeem. But it does not mean that I would actually stop — if anything, I am finding more and more ways to get creative."
Elder Zorah was still alive — well, if he could actually be called that. He was not actually even reacting to anything anymore, not even as Riley just sat on top of his back; his limbs and spine, cracked, twisted, and now deformed so that he was standing on his legs and arms; like a real goat from Earth.
But of course, Riley is very kind and magnanimous and treats everyone equally. He was feeding the almost lifeless Elder Zorah with a golden grass — well, it wasn't really grass, but it was golden.
